jones is in the toilet, “hiding” (read “pooping his pants”), so i thought i’d take the chance to write a little while i had it. (by the by, here in japan the toilets have their own little room, which is quite convenient, not to mention more sanitary. and if i don’t clean it, the rest of the bathroom doesn’t suffer! love it.)
we move to a new house a week from today. things have been so crazy, i’ve scarcely had a moment to ponder and say goodbye to the scenes around me before they’ve been wrapped up and packed into boxes. i think i took a few pictures. i hope a took a few pictures. at this point in life, i’m sort of banking on my memory to color the adult lives of my boys, as i haven’t been able to do much in the way of scrapbooking or picture-taking. i’m more inclined toward words, anyhow. and i have kept up a journal for each boy, however sparse the entries.
i asked God to wake me up this morning, and He did. (i don’t know why i was surprised.) baby ez was the alarm, but he went right back to sleep, so i was able to come downstairs and start some coffee that i couldn’t drink before the rest of the house was up. needing some guidance in my times in the bible, i got a few lessons into a beth moore study on the psalms of ascent about 10 months ago. i pulled it out again today, hoping to finish it this time. i looked at psalm 122 today, and thought about peace, about jerusalem, about Christ weeping over the city.
potty break is up. i can hear jones yelling, “jaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiim!!!” — which he’s taken to calling me recently. i thought it was cute first, but now i think i object to the sound of my name on my almost-three-year-old’s lips. the more he says it, the less respectful it seems. i prefer “mama”.
here’s to boxes around the house, poopy pants, and early mornings with a cute baby as an alarm.